City of Streamer

Kai, the young woman covered her face and rushed out in a disheveled manner.

Yang Xiucheng hurriedly turned his head away, pretending that he didn't see anything.

The girl staggered back to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Although Yang Xiucheng often entered the West Hall, Sun Shaoqing was a female family member, and he rarely met and never spoke to him. This scene happened so quickly that Yang Xiucheng felt embarrassed and had no suspicion at all. He heard the sound of the bedroom being locked, and knowing that the girl would not come out again, he held the telegram and went upstairs into the smoking room.

At the moment when the door of the smoke room was closed, the second hand ticked towards the top.

muttering! muttering! - The clock in the West Hall began to strike the time, and a bird popped out and made a sweet chirping.

A soprano aria was playing on the gramophone in the smoking room, and the bell was drowned out by the loud song.

The bodyguards began to pack up the playing cards, got up and went back to the small room to prepare to rest.

The bell rang, the song was over, and the room returned to silence. Feng Shizhen opened the door and was already dressed. She stepped out on the soft carpet, set the clock back half an hour, and slipped silently downstairs, dodging through the crack of the door.

The night wind gradually became stronger, and the tree shadows swayed, like a ghost with claws and claws.

Feng Shizhen trotted against the wind and returned to the mansion.

In the back kitchen, the young cook who was on duty at night was flirting with a servant, Zheng Ti, and Feng Shizhen flashed past the window.

"Who?" The servant glanced at him.

"Where are you looking?" The cook turned the man's face back.

Feng Shizhen went up the second floor along the small stairs used by the servants. The Yue Opera from the radio downstairs drifted in the empty corridor. Feng Shizhen calmed down his intense heartbeat and panting, and walked gently up the third floor from the main stairs, and then went down from the third floor.

"Mr. Feng hasn't rested yet?" Rong Fanglin heard footsteps and looked up to see Feng Shizhen coming downstairs.

Feng Shizhen said, "I opened the window just now, and a paper was blown downstairs. Come down and pick it up."

She smiled and nodded towards Mrs. Rong and Mrs. Aunt, and walked along the corridor towards the back door.

The roar of a car motor came from outside the gate. Two lights flashed by, and the car rammed into the courtyard gate.

"It seems that your eldest brother is back." Mrs. Rong looked up at the grandfather clock and sneered, "It's just before nine o'clock that he came back. It's really strange."

Rong Jiashang quickly collapsed into the courtyard gate, stood on the grass, and looked at the Rong's house in the dark.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, like an overworked pump, sending hot blood to his limbs. There was a voice in his head that kept urging him, guiding him towards the direction of that person.

Rong Jia strode into the mansion without looking at the women in the living room, and ran straight upstairs.

Mrs. Rong sullenly poked the ball of wool.

Rong Jiashang gasped for breath, shook his hand tightly, and knocked on Feng Shizhen's door.

No answer.

The door was unlocked, Rong Jia pushed it open, and there was no one inside.

Where did you go?

Rong Jiashang didn't dare to enter the woman's room rashly, and just stood at the door and looked at it.

There is a smell of Feng Shizhen floating in the room, refreshing soap, mixed with a little fragrance of vanishing cream. The house is very simple and clean, with books and homework papers stacked on the desk.

A half-worn scarf was on the neat bed. It was the scarf she left behind when they went downstairs to steal food in the middle of the night. He later put it in the study, and she took it away quietly.

Did she know that he sent the scarf over there?

She didn't say anything, just like a mystery that couldn't be guessed, a lock that couldn't be unlocked, making Rong Jiashang scratch his heart and couldn't stop.

"Eldest young master?" The old woman poked her head behind her, "Where are you looking for Miss Feng?"

Rong Jia regained his senses last time and closed the door quietly.

"I saw her door was open and no one was there. Where did she go?"

The old mother said, "Miss Feng went downstairs just now and said that the paper was blown down."

Standing under the old osmanthus tree beside the octagonal pavilion, Feng Shizhen rolled up the password slip with the address and the official paper in an oiled paper tube and stuffed it into a tree hole that was one person high.

The wind stopped abruptly, and the rustling sound in the whole courtyard fell silent, as if under a quiet spell. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus that was blown away gradually surrounded it, and it was as thick as honey that could not be melted.

Feng Shizhen looked up at the string of golden osmanthus flowers in the treetops and took a deep breath.

With such a strong wind, when tomorrow comes, I don't know how many osmanthus flowers will be left on the branches. The flowers of this old osmanthus have withered, and the flowering period of osmanthus has probably really passed.

There were footsteps from far to near behind him, probably a footman on the night watch.

Feng Shizhen pretended, raised his hand and folded the cinnamon stick.

A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

She was startled and turned around abruptly.

Guizhi bounced back, and the branches trembled, shaking the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers like rain, and they fluttered one after another, falling to the head of the person under the tree.

Rong Jiashang's line of sight was like a ray of starlight projected across thousands of years, and it was reflected in Feng Shizhen's eyes.

The cumulus clouds above have dissipated, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the moonlight casts mottled and ambiguous spots through the dense branches and leaves.

Did he see it?

Feng Shizhen held his breath nervously. Immediately, she saw that Rong Jiashang was emotionally different.

Rong Jiashang looked at her attentively, thinking about it, like a child who found a butterfly parked on a flower, full of yearning and joy, very urgent, but dare not approach easily.

Or, a fish was finally lured by the bait on the hook and wanted to eat, but did not dare to rush.

Feng Shizhen became nervous, holding on to the fishing rod, fearing that he would be frightened, and that he would be too excited to close the rod too early.

calm down. she said to herself.

Don't let Rong Jiashang see that you have any expectations. You have to be the passive side.

"Jia Shang, what's the matter?" Feng Shizhen said, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

Rong Jia's Adam's apple slid, and his hot eyes locked on Feng Shizhen's face.

"You are nothing like her," he said.

"Who?" Feng Shizhen could vaguely guess, but pretended not to know, "Jia Shang, is there something wrong?"

Rong Jiashang stared at Feng Shizhen's bright brows and murmured, "But why? What are you good at?"

The wind picked up again, rolling up the fragrance of flowers, and this ambiguous, throbbing and intoxicating atmosphere was taken away in one head and flew into the vast darkness.

The clouds dispersed and gathered, obscuring the moonlight.

The back door opened, and the light in the house came out. Feng Shizhen's eyes lit up, and he saw the old mother who was looking around.

The timing couldn't have been better, and even God was helping her.

"You have no clue what you said." Feng Shizhen smiled slightly and met Rong Jia's gaze, "What did I do wrong, and make you unhappy again?"

Rong Jia shook his head and asked in confusion, "Feng Shizhen, why do I always think of you?"

Feng Shizhen's breath was suddenly chaotic, and his reason was almost out of control.

The handsome and distinct face of the young man sank in the gloom, and there was a madness burning in his eyes.

"Why do you deserve my attention?"

The corners of Feng Shizhen's mouth twitched, and the charming feelings that had just risen were blown away by the strong wind in an instant.

"Master!" Feng Shizhen gritted his teeth and raised his voice, "Are you drunk?"

"I didn't drink." Rong Jiashang looked at Feng Shizhen seriously, "I just don't understand, why is it you? What's so good about you, it's worth me always thinking about you?"

The old mother had already walked out of the back door, looking over here with great interest, eavesdropping with her head sideways.

"You don't know, how could I know?" Feng Shizhen walked towards the back door of the house with a cold face.

Rong Jia raised his arm subconsciously to stop her: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Feng Shizhen said angrily: "I have no obligation to stay and listen to you humiliate me."

Rong Jiashang grabbed her hand: "Don't you mean to approach me?"

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, raised his arm, and slapped Rong Jiashang on the face.

Rong Jiashang was stunned.

Like a dog with prey in its mouth, the old lady ran back to the living room to ask Mrs. Rong for credit, and said excitedly, "Madam, it's not good! The eldest young master was drunk and bullied Miss Feng from behind, and she was slapped by her!"

At nine o'clock, the grandfather bell rang.

The ball of wool in Mrs. Rong's arms tumbled to the ground. Rong Fanglin dropped the milk cup. #####

Thirty-four

Rong Jia was stunned and stood still.

Feng Shizhen gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have the ability to manipulate your brain. If you think about me, that's your own problem, but blame me for seducing you? Rong Jia, what kind of **** logic do you have?"

"No..." Rong Jia regained his senses last time and hurriedly defended, "I didn't mean that..."

"I think you are!" Feng Shizhen pushed Rong Jia away fiercely and rushed towards the back door.

As soon as Mrs. Rong and a group of over-excited Women's Women arrived at the back door, she saw Feng Shizhen, who was pale, rushing in. Feng Shizhen seemed to be being chased by a beast behind him. No one paid any attention and ran upstairs angrily.

Mrs. Rong hurriedly asked her two daughters to follow him, and she took her aunt and old mothers to find Master Rong Jia to ask her guilt.

Rong Jiashang stood blankly under the osmanthus tree, turning a blind eye to the group of menacing women.

"Jiashang, how could you do such a thing?" Mrs. Rong was heartbroken, "Miss Feng was invited by me to teach your brothers and sisters a few things, a serious lady, and your teacher. How can you be so confused? ?"

Rong Jiashang looked up at the lit window on the third floor, and turned a deaf ear to his stepmother's words.

Mrs. Rong said, "I can't control you, let your father control you."

Having said that, while ordering the clerk to invite Rong Dingkun to preside over the overall situation, he had Rong Jia be escorted back to the living room.

The footman hurried to the west hall and saw Yang Xiucheng coming out of the smoking room.

"What happened?" Yang Xiucheng asked.

The clock came to the hour and murmured the time. The clerk panted and said, "The eldest young master was drunk and molested Miss Feng, and the wife was angry, please come over there."

Yang Xiucheng turned his head and glanced at his watch: "I was so drunk at nine o'clock? The master woke up from the cigarette and fell asleep. It's not a big deal. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he didn't feel relieved, and simply followed the footman.

When Mrs. Rong saw Yang Xiucheng, she immediately beat her chest and feet: "Xiucheng, what are you talking about? It's really a shame for our Rong family."

Yang Xiucheng asked Rong Jiashang for confirmation: "What they said is true?"

Rong Jia drooped his head up, like an ice sculpture, and the spirit flew to where he didn't know.

In fact, there is no need for the mother to testify, the five fingerprints on his face have already explained everything.

Yang Xiucheng had only asked Chen's mother before. Chen's mother only said that Feng Shizhen was in class every day honestly and did not do any suspicious little actions, but did not mention Rong Jia. Now it seems that maybe Feng Shizhen is innocent, but Rong Jiashang obviously has other thoughts.

Yang Xiucheng frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"Madam!" Rong Fanghua ran downstairs, "Mr. Feng is leaving! We can't persuade her."

Rong Jiashang raised his head in astonishment.

Feng Shizhen carried a small suitcase and hurried downstairs. Rong Fanglin followed her helplessly and kept calling her.

Feng Shizhen walked up to Mrs. Rong, bowed and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid I'm not up to this job, and I can't stay in your mansion any longer."

If you are a mother from another family, you must blame the woman outside for seducing her innocent son. But Mrs. Rong was a stepmother who didn't deal with her stepson, so she was extraordinarily fair and just on this issue. She caressed her heart and panted: "The old lady is watching, it's not your fault. Jiashang, why don't you apologize to Miss Feng?"

Rong Jia said nothing, staring at Feng Shizhen with burning eyes.

Feng Shizhen's face was pale and his eyes were red, and he said, "The eldest young master probably misunderstood me. I am very grateful to my wife and master for treating me well. Please take care of yourself."

She carried her suitcase towards the door.

Yang Xiucheng stopped her and said, "It's so late, it's not safe for you to walk outside alone. When the master wakes up tomorrow, he will definitely give you justice."

Feng Shizhen shook his head: "This matter is all over, I don't want to stay and be gossiped."

"You don't have to go." Rong Jia said suddenly.

Everyone looked at him.

Rong Jiashang looked at Feng Shizhen calmly, and said, "Sir doesn't want to see me, and I don't want him to go out late at night. I'll go. Sir, take a good rest tonight."

After saying that, with both hands empty, he turned and walked outside. The pace is free and easy, like a prodigal son who wants to leave home and never return.

"This child is really willful!" Mrs. Rong sighed.

Feng Shizhen held on to the handle of the suitcase tightly, watching the tall and lonely back of the young man disappear into the darkness outside the door like a wolf being driven away.

It was rare for Rong Dingkun to have a good night's sleep, and when he woke up, it was already dawn. He remembered that he seemed to have had a very complicated dream, but he couldn't remember anything when he woke up. He just wondered why he fell asleep in the smoking room. Sun Shaoqing did not help him back to the bedroom.

"Is Qing'er still awake?" Rong Dingkun asked.

The servant said, "After using cigarettes last night, the master scolded Miss Qing for some reason. She kept locking herself in the bedroom, and Wang Ma didn't pay any attention to knocking on the door."

After all, it is the beloved little lover, Rong Dingkun is very fond of it, and knocks on the bedroom door in person.

But after knocking for a long time, there was no reply.

Rong Dingkun was a little displeased, so he asked the old mother to get the key to the room and opened the door.

The bedroom was empty, the windows were wide open and the curtains danced wildly. There is no figure of Sun Shaoqing in it at all!

If you are going out, why should you lock the door again?

Rong Dingkun felt a chill in his heart and asked the bodyguard, "Miss Sun went out yesterday?"

The bodyguard was frightened and trembling, and said, "Miss Qing kept herself locked in the house after being scolded, and didn't go out!"

"Why don't people go out?" Rong Dingkun roared.

The dresser was messy, as if it had been looted, and there was a lot less clothes in the wardrobe. Sun Shaoqing walked in a hurry, but not unprepared. Rong Dingkun walked to the window with an ashen face, and found the rope twisted from the sheet.

"Master," a footman came running out of breath, "the eldest young master was drunk last night and almost bullied Miss Feng. Miss Feng was making a fuss about resigning, but was persuaded by his wife. Madam, please come over today to host the host. big picture."

"What?" Rong Dingkun roared.

His scolding sounded like thunder falling, completely awakening the entire Rong family.

Feng Shizhen wore a very simple Yindan Shilin cheongsam and walked downstairs with Rong Fanglin.

Everyone from the Rong family was here, and even the second concubine, who was not showing her face to raise a baby, sat on the sofa with pride in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Rong Jiashang stood in the center of the living room, still wearing last night's clothes, wrinkled, and he didn't know where he made do for the night. The slap that Feng Shizhen slapped him yesterday was not very hard, and it should have disappeared overnight. There was a large five-fingerprint on his face, which was probably beaten by Rong Dingkun early in the morning.

Rong Dingkun, dressed in a Chinese-style heavy silk gown, sat on the sofa and shouted to Rong Jia, "What should you say?"

Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen expressionlessly, and suddenly bowed to her.

Feng Shizhen avoided it subconsciously, not daring to accept his gift.

"Yesterday, I was drunk and I was abusive to Mr. Feng. It was my fault. I beg your forgiveness and am willing to be punished."

All eyes were on the two of them.

Feng Shizhen blushed, embarrassed and embarrassed: "I just pulled it a little last night, it's no big deal. Young master should not be greedy in the future. For other things, let the master decide."

She gave a step, and the Rong couple breathed a sigh of relief and stepped off the stage with peace of mind.

Rong Dingkun scolded his son: "Beast! Raising you so big, you can't do anything if you don't know how to do martial arts. You know all day long to drink and dance with your friends and dogs, and what kind of foolishness have you learned to come back? Our Rong family's reputation depends on it. You have been defeated! If your grandfather knew anything, he would be so angry that he would jump from the grave!"

Rong Jiashang listened indifferently, as if he was immune to his father's reprimand.

Since he was slapped by Feng Shizhen last night, he seems to have changed. In the past month, that lively, laughing, energetic big boy has disappeared. The one who stayed in place was the arrogant, indifferent young man Feng Shizhen had when he first met him, and he didn't care about everything.

A boulder pressed against Feng Shizhen's heart, making her breathless.

"Look what you look like now?" The more Rong Jia didn't respond, the more angry Rong Dingkun became, "I can't pass the school entrance exam, and I refuse to get married, but I have the ability to tease the tutor! I have been diligent and responsible all my life, why? To raise such a waste son like you?"

Duties?

The opium and arms that Rong Dingkun has sold over the years can build a city, and the laborers smuggled and transported to the South Ocean and North America can all go to build the Great Wall. If he is a businessman, then the world will be evil again!

"Master, take a breath." Mrs. Rong brought tea. "The child is not sensible, just teach it slowly. Don't get angry."

"Yes." The second concubine sneered, "When my wife recruited Miss Feng, she never thought such a thing would happen."

Mrs. Rong raised her eyebrows. The auntie didn't need her to issue an order, and she was ready to kill: "Second sister, there is a lot of noise here, I am worried that it will affect your fetal gas. Let the old mother help you go back to rest?"

The second concubine was about to refuse. Rong Dingkun remembered Sun Shaoqing's escape, and his anger grew, and he slapped the second concubine's face with a slap.

"I want to ask you, where did Qing'er go?"

The second concubine was frightened: "Qing'er is gone? I... I don't know."

Sun's sister-in-law ran away?

Mrs. Rong was overjoyed, and said sharply, "Auntie Sun didn't say hello when she went out? Let the footman look for it. Maybe take a walk in the yard."

The servant said, "I've searched for it, but it's not there."

"No!" The second concubine realized that the situation was serious, and she was so scared that she cried, "How could Qing'er run away? She can't get out at all!"

"How did she get out?" Rong Dingkun roared.

So, a trial meeting against Rong Jiashang turned into a criminal investigation meeting looking for a concubine who escaped. #####

thirty-five

The porter who was on duty last night was brought over. He only woke up from the alcohol, and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtow.

"Sir, spare your life! Last night, Miss Feng was going out, so I opened the door."

Everyone's eyes turned to Feng Shizhen again. Feng Shizhen looked puzzled and said, "I didn't go out last night."

"Aren't you sober yet?" Rong Fanglin rushed to the door, "Miss Feng is standing here, where can you go?"

"It must be mistaken for Aunt Sun." Mrs. Rong said to her husband, "We have already said that these two girls carry images. Perhaps Miss Sun had a heart and learned to dress up like Miss Feng, and fooled the concierge."

Rong Dingkun's eyes were like falcons staring at their prey, almost staring out two holes in Feng Shizhen. Feng Shizhen looked shocked and buried his head even lower. Rong Jiashang stayed out of the matter,

Rong Dingkun asked, "What time did Miss Qing go out last night?"

The concierge tried to recall: "It seems to be something before Mr. Yang came."

"Impossible!" said Xitang's bodyguard, sweating profusely, "Master, when the clock was nine o'clock last night, Miss Sun was still in Xitang. We both watched her enter the bedroom with our own eyes."

"If it's nine o'clock, it has nothing to do with Mr. Feng, right?" Rong Fanghua said, "I remember that Mr. Feng came downstairs before nine o'clock, and then the elder brother came back. When the trouble broke out, the bell was ringing. "

"Auntie Sun must have gone out while we were making trouble last night." Mrs. Rong said, "I just said that she doesn't like to go out on weekdays, but recently she comes to read books every day and pesters Miss Feng to talk. I think it's time to leave. It's useless to talk about it now, let the servant take the master's business card to the patrol room to report the crime, and let them find someone."

"You left last night, what can you find now?" Rong Dingkun roared, then turned his head to scold the second concubine, "Did you help her? You don't like such a big man, what's the use?"

The second concubine cried: "Master also said that she is such a big person, and she lives with you in the West Hall. I have a big belly, so how can I control her? Miss Feng has a better relationship with her than me, so I don't believe she wants to. Don't you know you're leaving?"

"I really don't know!" Feng Shizhen was embarrassed, "No matter how good Miss Sun and I are, we've only known each other for half a month, where can we get to know each other? She didn't tell me anything about such a big departure. pass."

"I can't do it!" The second concubine rushed towards Feng Shizhen with her stomach in her arms, trying to scratch her face, "Where did you hide my sister? Get her back!"

Feng Shizhen is someone who knows how to punch and kick, but he is not always good at doing it to a pregnant woman. She grabbed the second concubine's hand hastily, and she was forced to retreat to the corner step by step, defending in vain, and did not dare to fight back.

The second concubine lost her most powerful chess piece, and she was afraid that the girl would leak Rong Dingkun's secret and cause her to fall out of favor. The more she thought about it, the more afraid she felt, and felt that Feng Shizhen was the most suitable to blame.

"Qingmei has always been so honest and responsible, and it was only after Miss Feng came here that she became restless. It must have been you who made her think she shouldn't have, and ran away from home! You must have ordered all this!"

"I really don't have it!" Feng Shizhen looked like he was about to cry out of grievance. He couldn't resist the sharp claws of the second concubine, and she scratched two red marks on his cheeks.

A man's broad palm clasped the second concubine's wrist, pulled her whole body, pushed her again, and pushed her into the arms of the old women.

The women were all stunned, and turned their eyes to Rong Jia, who suddenly shot silently.

Rong Jia glanced at the nail prints on Feng Shizhen's cheeks, his lips twitched, and he turned his face away silently.

The aunt supported the second aunt and said, "Second sister is worried about her sister, so she can't be indiscriminate. Miss Feng was with us all the time yesterday. Your sister left by herself, how can you blame her?"

The second concubine pulled Rong Dingkun to cry again: "Master, Qing'er has always been so obedient and timid, how could she have come up with a way to escape? This woman surnamed Feng must have come up with the idea for her!"

Feng Shizhen blushed with anger and said sternly: "My wife and young ladies testified for me about my whereabouts last night. I didn't know about Miss Sun from the beginning to the end. If I really feel that I am not innocent, I will resign. Yes. Madam, my lord, I'll take my leave!"

The two young ladies of the Rong family hurriedly stopped Feng Shizhen.

After leaving Sun Shaoqing, he gave Rong Jia a hat of molesting a good family girl. Mrs. Rong felt that Feng Shizhen was really her lucky star, and she naturally wanted to defend the other party.

"Master," Mrs. Rong said calmly to Rong Dingkun, "even if the court decides a case, there must be evidence. Since there is no evidence, it can't be said that it was done by others. Miss Feng was originally accepted by Jiashang. She has suffered a great grievance, and now she is slandering her for letting go of her concubine. This is too unfair to her. "

Rong Dingkun looked at Feng Shizhen with suspicion, alertness, and disgust.

He didn't like this woman instinctively, but he couldn't say why. For the past month, Feng Shizhen has been keeping himself in the Rong family, but Rong Dingkun has never trusted her. Sun Shaoqing's departure has nothing to do with Feng Shizhen now, but Rong Dingkun's disgust for Feng Shizhen has not diminished because of this.

Is it to continue to stay and monitor, or simply dismissed a hundred?

Rong Dingkun's suspicion was surging, and two thoughts were fighting each other in his mind.

Mrs. Rong took her husband's hesitation as soft-hearted, and said to the second concubine: "Aunt Sun hasn't entered our Rong's house, so she can only be regarded as a relative. Maybe Aunt Sun just went back to Sun's house. Aunt Sun should be more careful. The child in the belly, don't move the fetal gas."

The second concubine was probably affected by the pregnancy and lost control of her emotions. She pointed at Mrs. Rong's nose and scolded: "You wish I couldn't give birth to a son! I wish Qing'er died outside! You old poisonous woman, old witch!"

Mrs. Rong's face was pale, and she was shaking with anger.

Rong Dingkun grabbed the second concubine's arm and threw her into the hands of the old mothers. The second concubine yelled and scolded all the way, and was half supported and half dragged away by the old mother.

Mrs. Rong said to Rong Dingkun with red eyes: "What is the master going to do?"

Rong Dingkun said hesitantly, "She is pregnant..."

"Pregnant!" Mrs. Rong cried, "I'm not sure if she can have a son, so you protect her like this? A concubine, who rides on my head to show off her power, where do you want my face to go? Rong? Dingkun, if you want to despise me, we will divorce directly, the Huang family is now defeated, but they can still support me and Mother Fanglin!"

Rong Dingkun whispered: "What are you talking about?"

Mrs. Rong had also been holding grudges for a long time, and she couldn't bear it any longer, so she rushed over and beat her husband's chest.

"Don't forget, I have a son, and Fanglin has a brother! It's you who didn't protect him! My Xin'er! He left so young and died so miserably! Rong Dingkun, what's wrong with you? Can you forget? You brought his body back with your own hands!"

Rong Dingkun's heart ached when he mentioned his second son who died young, and his eyes were red.

"I am also very sad about Xin'er. You are his mother, am I not his father?"

Mrs. Rong covered her face and burst into tears, while Rong Fanglin sobbed to support her mother and glared at Rong Dingkun complaining.

Rong Dingkun sighed and said, "Let Concubine Sun have a good baby, and don't run around recently. If there is any news from the people who went to search for Qing'er, let me know immediately. As for Miss Feng..."

Feng Shizhen bowed and listened.

Rong Dingkun looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and said, "It's our family's fault, we can't let you suffer in vain. Let the accountant give you three months' salary, plus a letter of recommendation from me. Find something else."

"What?" Miss Rong's family shouted in unison.

"Father!" Rong Jia called out in a low voice.

"Master Xie Rong." Feng Shizhen responded calmly and meekly.

"This is good for everyone." Rong Dingkun glared at Rong Jia, put on his coat, and walked away.

Now that the matter has been finalized, Feng Shizhen no longer delays, and immediately packs his luggage and prepares to leave.

Rong Jia took the box from the footman and said, "Sir, I'll send it to you."

Rong Fanghua still wanted to obstruct it, but Rong Fanglin had already seen that the two had something to say in private and pulled the girl away.

The autumn wind is cool, and the thin clouds in the sky are like icing sugar sprinkled on the cake. The sun is dazzling but not blazing, and the sun is warm. The two walked towards the street along the cement road, but did not talk for a long time.

A neighbor's child was playing a football on the side of the road, and the ball fell into a puddle. Rong Jiashang flexibly pulled Feng Shizhen, and the water splashed on his trouser legs, making a small piece of it wet.

"Thank you." Feng Shizhen said in a low voice.

"It should be." Rong Jia said, paused for a moment, and asked, "What are your plans in the future, sir?"

Feng Shizhen said: "With Ling Zun's recommendation letter, it is not difficult to find a good job again."

"Will you still teach?"

"Maybe." Feng Shizhen smiled, "I really like teaching students. Especially when I look at their epiphany eyes, I feel a sense of accomplishment."

Rong Jiashang stared at her smiling face: "I'm probably the worst student you've ever taught."

"No." Feng Shizhen shook his head, facing the sun, looking at Rong Jia's handsome and bright face, "You are the smartest and most potential. You are still..."

"What is it?" Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen was silent for a moment and said, "You will make a difference, Jia Shang. You will be different from them."

The rickshaw driver who was waiting for business at the street came to this side.

Rong Jiashang said, "Sir, I still owe you an explanation for what happened last night. I was dazed at the time, and I said a lot of nonsense. I didn't want to humiliate you."

"It's all over." Feng Shizhen said calmly.

"But I haven't finished what I said last night. I..."

"Jia Shang." Feng Shizhen interrupted him, his eyes were calm, like a cold pool facing the autumn light, "I want you to think about it first. After you say those words, expect what kind of response I can give you. And do you think I can give those responses?"

Rong Jia was silent.

Feng Shizhen said softly: "The difference between us is quite big. Many times, you are just curious about me. Because it was new and never met, you became interested. In the future, you will leave Rong's house, or even leave your place. You will meet all kinds of people and experience all kinds of things. Only then will you really figure out what you want."

Rong Jiashang stared at Feng Shizhen silently, his face looked so handsome and picturesque in the autumn light.

"Mr. Feng has a lot of truths, but I can't tell you." Rong Jia hooked his lips and smiled, "Well, since there are some things that are not suitable to talk about now, I will not talk about them for the time being. I think, there will always be There is a suitable day to speak of."

He put the suitcase on the rickshaw and stretched out his arms. Feng Shizhen supported his arm and got into the car.

Feng Shizhen's heart was beating heavily, like a tired traveler staggering along. She looked at Rong Jiashang and said, "It's rare to see each other again in the future, Jiashang, please take care."

"You also take care." Rong Jiashang put his hand in the pocket of his trousers and smiled relaxedly, "However, we will definitely meet soon."

Feng Shizhen was silent and looked at him faintly.

Rong Jia threw five dollars to the driver, waved his hand at Feng Shizhen dashingly, turned and strode towards the gate of Rong's house. #####

Thirty-six

Although Mrs. Rong issued a gag order, there is no secret that such a crowded family can hide. But one day, the story of Young Master Rong's molesting the governess spread to relatives and friends.

Young and romantic, and commonplace, men all talk about it as Rong Jiashang's affair. On the contrary, several young ladies who secretly admired Young Master Rong were disappointed with him.

While eating tea in Zhang Yuan, Du Lanxin made fun of Rong Jiashang.

"Stupid isn't it? You know that your old mother is your stepmother, so don't hide it. That woman is really a strong woman, but you men like that kind of pretentious woman."

Rong Jia said lightly: "I'm like this, your father definitely doesn't want to marry me, right?"

"As long as your family signs that marriage contract, even if you are a pock-marked, leper-headed, lame, blind, my father will be happy." Du Lanxin let out a smoke ring, mocking her face.

Rong Jiashang suddenly asked, "Have you never thought about falling in love with someone? It doesn't involve money or status, just because of mutual attraction. There is such a person who cherishes you, understands you, and takes care of you. Don't you want to?"

Du Lanxin laughed, "Why don't you want to? But where is such a person? Anyway, I have searched all over Shanghai, but I haven't found one."

"You don't like Yang Xiucheng?"

Du Lanxin's face froze, and she said, "There are many people who like him. He doesn't like me. What's the point of just liking him?"

Rong Jia said, "If you were given a chance to be with him, you would definitely not choose me."

Du Lanxin put out the cigarette, "If it's a matter, it's the most boring to discuss it. What about you? You really put down the camellia in Chongqing and fell in love with the hibiscus in Shanghai?"

Rong Jia said casually: "How do you know that I'm not interested?"

Du Lanxin sneered: "I can't understand the virtue of your men best. If you don't eat your mouth, you will always be a piece of Tang monk meat. You will think about it every day and night, and you can't stop it. It becomes a rotten apple and throws it away. If that woman rejects you, you will give up."

"Tang monk meat?" Rong Jia smiled playfully, "If it's true, then you have to try it, don't you?"

Young Master Rong is gearing up to play a love game, and he looks like a **** who doesn't know the hardships of the world, but his father is frowning because his concubine runs away.

In the president's office of Rong's Firm, Rong Dingkun sat behind the desk and listened to Yang Xiucheng's report.

"We sent people to the bus station, train station and wharf, but we didn't see anyone. Maybe Ms. Sun is still in Shanghai, hiding somewhere. I think she must have been prepared long ago to have a hiding place. The worst plan is that she has left Shanghai, and may even have gone abroad."

Rong Dingkun was silent, and after a while, he suddenly swept the things off the desk. The pastel tea cup that flowed out of the palace fell to the floor and shattered, splashing the tea.

"Bitch!" Rong Dingkun gasped heavily, his handsome face turning purple, "She must have had contact with people outside, but how did she do it? That Feng Shizhen, have you checked carefully?"

Yang Xiucheng said: "I specifically brought Chen Ma for questioning and said that she has always been honest. Chen Ma privately looked through her things and found nothing suspicious. She did get close to Miss Sun a while ago, but Chen Ma said that she overheard and was just talking about literature. Feng Shizhen never asked about the Rong family, and Miss Sun never said anything. "

"Who else is there besides her?" Rong Dingkun said, "I think she is the most suspicious."

Yang Xiucheng said: "My people have been following Feng Shizhen home. They also said that the Feng family is very ordinary, and they have never seen Feng Shizhen interact with any special people. Uncle cousin, if you are not at ease, we can arrest Feng Shizhen for interrogation."

"Then it's possible to scare the snake." Rong Dingkun waved his hand, "But Shaoqing is a smart person, and it's not impossible for her to take advantage of Feng Shizhen to escape..."

Yang Xiucheng was also thoughtful.

Rong Dingkun sat down slowly and asked, "It's time to rectify things in the mansion. What do you want me to do with your cousin? I don't ask her to help me anymore, but let her take care of the house, she also It doesn't work well!"

Yang Xiucheng said: "The concierge on duty at night has left, and the bodyguards in the West Hall have also changed. In fact, according to me, some of the servants and old women in the mansion should also be replaced. Although they all listen to the wife's words, they are too lazy to play tricks. very."

Rong Dingkun glanced at Yang Xiucheng with great interest, thought for a moment, and said, "If you want to replace those servants, your cousin will definitely not be happy."

"You are the head of the family. You have the final say on these matters. Auntie just needs to listen."

Rong Dingkun nodded with satisfaction, "It's good for you to think so."

Taking advantage of the good weather, the Feng family moved.

Rong Dingkun generously offered three months' salary, and Mrs. Rong rewarded Feng Shizhen with 50 yuan. With the more than 100 yuan in hand, half of the money was used to pay off the debt, and the rest was just enough for a much better condition elsewhere. Rent an apartment in the alley of Shikumen.

The neighbors here are serious working-class people, much better than the big cluttered yard before. The Feng family rented a two-bedroom apartment. Feng Shixun has already found a job as an intern at the Red House Hospital and wants to live in a dormitory.

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and the Feng brothers and sisters were drying the sheets. The two worked together to hang up the heavy quilt. Feng Shizhen patted with a duster in his hand, and the fine velvet fluttered in the sun.

"Remember when we were kids playing hide-and-seek in the yard where sheets were hung?" Feng Shixun asked with a smile.

"Of course I remember." Feng Shizhen said, "We just played in the mud and rubbed the freshly washed sheets with our hands.